The belligerent arrogance of the leaders
Strangles the subjected right to a childhood of safety
Nightmares but for real for ever engraved
In the minds of lost infancies

Shut out
From this dying world of calumny
Infanticide
A thousand souls a day flows away with the breeze

Living corpses, breathing lungs filled with disease
Underdeveloped twisted thoughts, trying to understand
Unfairly secluded by the prevailing injustices
That pushes this mentally ill world over the edge of acceptance

Locked up, who cares about rights
So what if the world's a bit rude
The prosperous, pay to keep it concealed
Leaving problems untouched because of fear

Death inside, without reach-their freedom
Bound to feel, within illness floating
Souls in penury, soon to fade out-aggravation in charge
Bemoan oppression, extensive carnage behind walls of uncertainty
We'll realize as the floods of insight come down